To the one whom my heart is for,

who makes my spirit soar.

If other lives existed, I’d want an encore.

Let this paper be the cup in which my heart I pour.

Like I a bottomless pit, I will always want more.

I thought love like this didn’t exist, like unicorns and centaurs,

but you proved me wrong and made it your chore

to break down my walls and my heart explore.

I was torn, you provoked in me a civil war.

How could you love me with my darkness, an internal eyesore?

I wanted to let you in but I locked the front door.

I sheltered myself in a fortress where I thought I’d be alone forevermore.

But you sailed my sea of tears and waited patiently offshore.

My bursts of anger you calmly handled like a graceful matador.

You killed me with kindness slowly building rapport,

until I let down my guard and couldn’t hold back anymore.

Our love is deeply rooted and grows like the great sycamore.

All thanks to you my friend, my hero, my mentor;

the one whom my heart is for.

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